Friday, July 15, 2005
A Sneak Preview
Last night I caught a sneak preview of the new Dukes of Hazzard remake. It screened in my head as I slept. And all I can say is that movie's kind of fucked up. It starts out normal enough, following Bo and Luke, played by Johnny Knokville and Sean William Scott, as they live their lives of bootlegging and outsmarting the law. It's enjoyable and Jessica Simpson's boobs get plenty of screen time.
But about 20 minutes in the movie veers off into totally uncharted territory. I was totally expecting 90 minutes of short shorts broken up by car chases and the General Lee going off all sorts of bad ass jumps. But this version doesn't even focus on the Duke Boys. The whole movie switches its focus, out of the blue, to Roscoe P. Coltrane. And Roscoe's not even played by a person. He's some sort of acid bleaced white skeleton/toxic avenger type hybrid thing with no clothes and no sherrif hat and some gnarly pieces of drippy flesh hanging from his bones. I don't think he even had a badge, but he does have some nice teeth. And there's this 15 or 20 minute long scene where he's just driving, fast as hell and its just one shot from inside his patrol car. Roscoe's just blabbering on and on about "those duke boys and their fucking fancy pants."
It was an interesting way to take things, but I'm not sure if this movie is really going to find an audience.
Last night I caught a sneak preview of the new Dukes of Hazzard remake. It screened in my head as I slept. And all I can say is that movie's kind of fucked up. It starts out normal enough, following Bo and Luke, played by Johnny Knokville and Sean William Scott, as they live their lives of bootlegging and outsmarting the law. It's enjoyable and Jessica Simpson's boobs get plenty of screen time.
But about 20 minutes in the movie veers off into totally uncharted territory. I was totally expecting 90 minutes of short shorts broken up by car chases and the General Lee going off all sorts of bad ass jumps. But this version doesn't even focus on the Duke Boys. The whole movie switches its focus, out of the blue, to Roscoe P. Coltrane. And Roscoe's not even played by a person. He's some sort of acid bleaced white skeleton/toxic avenger type hybrid thing with no clothes and no sherrif hat and some gnarly pieces of drippy flesh hanging from his bones. I don't think he even had a badge, but he does have some nice teeth. And there's this 15 or 20 minute long scene where he's just driving, fast as hell and its just one shot from inside his patrol car. Roscoe's just blabbering on and on about "those duke boys and their fucking fancy pants."
It was an interesting way to take things, but I'm not sure if this movie is really going to find an audience.
